He barely had time to clean up his room when his mom and sister returned home."Mom bought some new clothes for me. Would you like to see?" She gave he... brother a quick hug."Let's see them." Watching Ellen modeling new clothes was not one of Ben's favorite pastimes but if it made her happy he was willing."Has Sandy been by?" Yeah. She dropped by and asked if you were home but that's it." Liar! I can smell her on you. You've been fucking Sandy, haven't you?"Ellen's tone accusatory tone took Ben. “We’ll see,” she said back to quietly. “Alright, I gotta run to class. See ya after school.” I said as I left. I made it to my last class, Writing, just before the bell went off. Since I was a loner, I tend to have a lot of free time and I build alternate realities as a result of it. Writing class was a blessing for me in helping me put my ideas to paper and letting them grow. It was easier to keep track of them when you could actually look at the story. Anyway, after a writing session and. I start playing with your belt buckle, trying to open it. "Oh no... Not yet", you whisper as you lift me onto the table.Gently you urge me to lay on top of the table as you unbutton and unzip my jeans and briefly slip a hand inside my panties, teasing my slit with your middle finger, sliding it back and forth in a quick moisture check, but never penetrating inside. Sliding your hands back up to my waist, you hook your thumbs in the belt loops of my jeans to pull them off... peeling them down. Instead she grabbed her big tits and started tweaking her nipples. That combined with what Wilbur was doing down below was enough to push her over the edge. She bit her lip so that she wouldn’t scream as she came. Her wide, inviting, fuck-me-all-night hips bucked up into the man’s face. Her slurped up her juices happily. As her orgasm subsided she pushed his head away from her vagina and said softly, ‘Your turn.’ Wilbur scrambled back up into his chair. He was harder than he’d ever been. He was.